Dentist
You know the drill I'm lying back on a long white lounge chair. It looks comfortable but it really isn't. There is a headrest its job is to keep my head in place. My head is not the problem. It's my neck or rather the pain in my neck. Today is just a cleaning. It should be quick. At least that's what I tell myself. The hygienist is a sweet girl and she wants to talk. I am wearing dark glasses. Strangely, there are two complimentary things they give you at my dentist: A TV to watch and glasses that make it almost impossible to watch. I politely engage in conversation until she sticks a little mirror in my mouth. I wonder what's going through her mind. "Holey plaque Batman this going to take a while" I stop talking but she continues for my listening enjoyment. The is a TV hanging from the wall. A renovation show is on. I'm looking through glasses once worn by Roy Orbison and wishing I could find the remote to either turn the TV up or turn h...